By Zen Riley
The way I raise you is so much similar to those days when gods built the earth giving life to the human kind so much time ago. Or better say, just one loved god took that challenge alone, like me. From time to time sun showed its face while he decided the color of every ligth that posses on earth. No reason at all was given, he choosen to make it by love. When I think about it, I see also what I have choose once on the road. My master piece of love. He just kept moving forward, caressing the life he injected to all his labor. There were lot of work to do, indeed, but he never regretted any.
As he created ligth days, they were too the dark ones. Even the darkers, when the rain comes and you cant see what is about to come. Trees became just into shadows, and the flowers close their hearts tired of the wind´s blow. For a moment, an insecure instant, it could seems like the end of heaven. The force of a storm has turned over whelming and threatening. But It will end too like everything else, its nothing but another tricky cloud, more of those unsafe moments between millions left ahead us. But yes, there is only one thing really dramatic about the end of heaven,... be unable to finish your master piece of love.
